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Not Letting the Drought Win

February 5, 2015 by Allison

There are few things ranchers depend on for their industry- cows/calves to sell, buyers to buy, and feed to fatten them up.  The first two are in pretty constant supply, feed on the other hand… Well that’s a little subjective…

There is always feed out there, but good quality feed at a good price can be hard to come by.  Why?  One word… DROUGHT.

The last few years we (and by “we” I collectively mean all or most ranchers) have been needing rain in a bad way.  Without rain grass, grain, alfalfa, hay, whatever won’t grow.  Pretty cut and dry (hehe, dry… that’s what we are right now!).

The other day we had our turn to check water in Locomotive on our BLM association ground and we took a turn through our private ground to check the feed.  Our private land in Locomotive is where we take our cows to calve out every winter, the turnout day coming up in just a few weeks.  But the sad truth is that its going to be a very different year for Locomotive.

Throughout the summer and fall we have been keeping an eye on our feed down south, hoping and praying the rain and sun to get to work to make grass that we need to winter the cows.  As the time has gotten closer and closer to moving cows out there we have realized we don’t have NEAR enough feed to winter all the cows there and keep the ground healthy.

Last year it was rough.  With years of drought, we finally grazed it down to its limit.  And we hate getting to that point.  We consider ourselves stewards of the land.  We care for it, trying to keep it flourishing in something more than tumble weed.  But without the rains and the tough soil we have struggled the last few years.  You can see in the pictures that the normal greenish brown is yellowish brown or even more greyish brown.  

So what’s a ranching family to do in a situation like this?  We could just take the cows down and not care.  But we care.  We want this land to sustain itself and our cows.  We need this land to sustain itself and our cows.  So we are keeping most of the cows home this winter.  We will take down the number of cows we think will make it on the range and keep the rest here.  That means The (poor) Rancher will have LOTS of cows to feed at home… bummer.  And we might have some tougher weather for our cows to calve in…  And we might have a little more sickness go through the calves since they won’t be spread out across the range.  But we are hoping that we can help the land to renew itself and be fruitful in the coming years.   This year will mean we get to put in a little more work, but protecting our land, something we CAN’T do without, is worth any effort.

So with a little less cows, a little more rain, maybe a few grass seeds, and a lot of faith we are trying to care for the land and not let this drought win.

The Fun of Preg Checking Buffalo

January 2, 2015 by Allison

When I talk about our couple of days working buffalo, I usually only mention that we were preg checking them.  But it was really more than that.  At the ranch they only work the buffalo once a year.  Can you blame them?  I mean really, who wants the stress and working buffalo more than that?
 
With the whole herd gathered, everything goes through the chute.  We wean off all of the calves and sort the bulls from the heifers.  That means that they each get a tail lift… In some ways it can be kinda tricky trying to sex them.  So much hair…  And as it got darker the differences sure became hard to spot!  But there is an easy, unreliable way to ID gender- their horns.  Interestingly enough, the horns on the bulls grow wider… Random, I know.
 
And then we obviously preg the cows, cull the opens.  Its so interesting to see this herd and the range in ages and size.  We have young calves to old cows that have been in the herd for years.  But what they all have no matter what their age is, they are all so crazy.  Over and over they would have a problem with the cows tipping over backwards.  See, in their craziness, they try to jump out.  And they could if it was just a cow ally (buts its not anymore).  With the ally being tall enough and strong enough, they can’t jump over.  But it doesn’t keep them from trying, over and over again. And eventually, their top heavy head gets the best of them and they just topple over backwards.   It really is comical to see because its as if once they get up to the top, it all goes in slow motion while they try to NOT tip over.  They fling their hooves and wiggle their head.  But its inevitable… They tip over on their backs and CAN’T get up.  “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…” (name that show?!).
 
Once they have tipped over the crew is gathered because it takes ALL of the men to get the upside down buffalo right side up.  After this happening so many times, they have got their system down.  They throw a rope around its head and pull, rolling it up.  It seems simple, but buffalo are heavy.  Super heavy!  Seriously, it takes 9 guys to do this!  And sometimes one has to get a little brave to jump down in the ally with the buffalo to get the rope on.  Exciting right?
 
They did get to pull over a good handful of buffalo, but fortunately nothing really happened.  Hardly anything to get your blood pumping.  We had one little incident where a calf managed to back out of the chute, right by me.  It was like preg checking cows all over again.  But that meant I new just what to do- grab the baby and run!  I had been recording numbers and standing right next to the chute when the little bugger psyched out the gate man and was able to back out.  We danced around the table, trying to keep something between us and the calf and at the first chance we jumped up on the cat walk.  The guys were prepared for something like this and pulled out some panels to herd the little buffalo back in.  And it did just saunter in and we went back to work, shortly acting as if it had never happened.
 
Preg checking was, once again, exciting this year!  Not enough to cause any really harm, but still enough to know your heart can be good and fast.    

Little Lemhi, Idaho- My First Happily Ever After

December 21, 2014 by Allison

Lemhi, Idaho will always have a special place in my heart.  Mostly the ranch that my brother worked on.  Why?  Good question… I’ll tell you.

This is the place I met my cowboy.

I always said I would marry a cowboy but then when I went to college, there were no cowboys around.  I was interested in the nursing program at BYU- a school where there is nothing remotely close to an animal science or ag business programs.  See.. ya… no cowboys.  It was a little much for this country girl so I would head up to my brother’s to visit, ride my horse, and get out of the city.  It so happened that The Rancher thought that Lemhi would be a great place to do an internship and took a semester there.  We met.  We played.  We worked.  We checked cows until midnight.  I though nothing would come from it because he didn’t even come say by as I left that first weekend I met him.  That was until I got a call from my sister in law warning me that The Rancher had asked my brother for my phone number!  Too scared to ask me, but not too scared to ask his boss for his sisters number… Boys…

So we romanced and fell in love and got married.  Then we moved to the ranch!  We worked on the ranch the first 8 months before we went back to school.  It was like a long honey moon- we just worked and played with practically no one else around (have you heard of Lemhi?  No?  That’s because its suuuuper small.  LOVE IT!).

Now when we go to visit I always think of those great few years where The Rancher and I got our start.  In some ways it will always be home because that it where we had our first home.  I love to take time to drive around the valley and the ranch to just take it all in.  This was the beginning of my happily ever after!

Cousins make the best of friends! How many boys does it take to open a gate?…

Crazy Days of Preg Checking

October 29, 2014 by Allison

 Anyone can imagine that three days of preg checking 1514 cows would be kinda crazy.  This year certainly didn’t disappoint, that’s for sure!  But even as crazy as it gets, it is such a fun weekend.  Getting this crew of Curlew cowboys together always means a good time.  They can’t go more than just a few minutes without giving somebody a hard time about something- teasing them with the hot shot, giving some sage marital advice, or telling them to pick up the slack.   They try to share WAY too much candy to my kids but only because they love them.  My favorite cowboy always searches out The Ranch Princess to say hello and give her a kiss.  They are a hard working bunch, never forgetting that they have a job to do but never letting the work stop them from keeping things fun.

We preg check these cows out to Black Pine- WAY out on the desert in the middle of nowhere on some corrals built there permanently for days like these.   Keeping the cows in the corrals for the long three days means that they get hot and raunchy and make any tough cowboy ready to crawl up the fence.  In fact we had a few intense moments that will go down in the books.

Let me set the stage…

Imagine, if you will, some old (but well built) corrals- big enough to hold 500 cows.  There are two or three cowboys on horses pushing cows through to the back of the ally.  There is a guy or two at the ally keeping the ally full of cows and running the back gate to keep from losing any.  The ally is lined with a few guys on each side with hot shots ready to zap (responsibly, I promise) any cow into gear.  (And when they’re not busy getting the cows, they pretend to shock each other… or steal their chair or something else to give some grief.)   

Staying with me?  Good- there’s more!

At the chute we have the vet up to his shoulder in cow- obviously… he’s like the man of the hour.  There is also a man running the chute, one marking the cows with hair bleach according to their gestation, and one replacing any tags that have been lost over the last year.  Next to the chute is a flatbed truck where we have ranchers taking numbers, doing shots, taking pictures (actually, that’s just me!) and my awesome kids.  When the cows are done being tested, they are sorted one of three ways- to go home now, to go to Locomotive, or to come home in a week.  What makes our sorting work despite the fact that there are no fences is the row of trucks and trailers that make a big ally to the field for the Locomotive cows. 

Are you thoroughly confused?

That’s ok.  Just understand lots of cowboys and lots of cows.  Now let me take you to the afternoon of day two.  Work is going along nicely, nothing out of the ordinary. That means we’ve had some great lunch, the chute has been cleaned out of a good sox inches of poop and at least one cow has attempted to jump over the fence.  I make the kids play close to the truck in the event some crazy manages to get over- something that really hasn’t happened in a while.  Until this day.  I’m not sure if the girl was nervous about her time in the chute or just ready to be free (I’m going with the latter) but whatever her reason, she was ready to get out. 

I was standing next to the flatbed, looking over the shoulder of my rancher’s wife double (we share the exact same name!) as she was teaching me about her record keeping program when all of the sudden we hear, “She’s coming over! She’s coming over!”  And then “Get the kids!”  I don’t even remember actually seeing the cow as she started teetering over ally just behind the chute, but I understood enough that we needed to move- FAST!  I swung The Rancher’s Sidekick up on to the truck quickly, but just as fast I realized there wasn’t enough time to get The Ranch Princess and climb up behind everyone else.  There wasn’t really even enough time to grab my girl and run.  I scooped up my baby and pressed up to the truck, turning her out of the way as best I could.  Just as we got there, one of those tough cowboys came to stand between us and that crazy, ornery cow.  He figured better a guy with a hot shot than a cowgirl with a kid if there were to be any type of face off. 

Are you on the edge of your seat?  Not really, I’m sure, but for us in the moment it was slightly intense because we were standing exactly in front of that cow and could surely have taken the brunt of her nasty attitude.  However… she went a different way.  We must have made enough commotion or looked like such a crazy site that in her tantrum she wasn’t willing to put up with us.  She just kicked up her heels and took off for the desert (a good place for her for the next five months).

Oh, the crazy days of preg checking.  We love them and are happy to be done with them for the year.  The cows are bred up, pregged up, and turned out for the winter.  We’re all alive and well and have decided to put up a few more poles on the ally next year!

A Deer Hunt up Quaken Asp

October 16, 2014 by Allison

Our quiet little valley has suddenly come alive this last week.  Our quaint little roads have become a bustling highway for hunters.  The deer hunting season is open and everyone has come to try and pull a big one out of our mountains.  We see hunters of all kinds- on horse back, hauling ATVs, old ones. young ones, smart ones, and … ones that think that they are too cool for orange.  If you don’t wear orange, you deserve to be shot.  Ok, I didn’t say that, but really, why would you NOT be smart and wear something so the other hunter wouldn’t shoot at you?!

Opening morning The Rancher and I decided to join the hunting crowd and head up to our private property in the heart of those mountains.  I guess we went up for two reasons- 1, to see if we couldn’t find something big and 2, to keep everyone else off of our property.  And I guess a fun morning date is a good third reason for going!

We get a lot of mixed reactions when we post “No Hunting” on our private property.  With so many hunters coming in (we can usually count about 15- 20 opening morning!) we try to give the deer a little bit of refuge on our property.  Over the last ten years when the hunt opened up from a draw, the area has really picked through and it seems that only the young bucks are all that’s left.  So we post our few acres and hope that people will respect our wishes and just move on.  There is enough land and game around that it isn’t worth their fight.  At least that is what I am going to believe that they are saying, as we haven’t had a problem yet.

On our hunt this year, we didn’t see much at all.  Day one there was one little two point that popped up with a few doe… and that was it.  We sat for a while and watched them before moving on… kinda fun.  On day two we saw the same little buck, but this time in distress- he was being chased by a coyote!  Poor bugger to have two different kind of hunters after him that day!

Even though we didn’t see much game, it has still been a fun deer hunt.  I definitely deserve the award for the most “shots” taken, although mine are fired from my trusty Nikon instead of The Rancher’s rifle.  The morning sunrises were beautliful, the fall leaves were colorful, and the company was great!

Can you find the little deer hiding in this photo?

Hometown Buck-a-Rama

September 26, 2014 by Allison

If I had known all of the crazy things that September would bring I don’t know that I would have believed it.  My calendar at the end of the month looks nothing like what I had in mind at the beginning of the month.  But that’s ok… In the midst of all the craziness I had some awesome family time, a fun trip to Montana with my sister (she lives in New York… like, the polar opposite of my world.  Crazy that two sisters that are best friends could live completely different lives… LOVE IT!!) and a chance to go back to my roots.

The weekend that I was home to Montana just happened to be the weekend that the American Legion was holding an event to raise money for the fair grounds. Funny that until now I hadn’t realized who was responsible for the fairgrounds there.  Where is the fair board, you ask?  There isn’t one.  Our county doesn’t actually hold a county fair.  Instead they team up with a couple neighboring counties to put on a Tri-County fair in Deer Lodge.  Looky there… Learned something new, didn’t ya!

So no fair board, no money from the county, and therefore in need of some creative fundraising.

The highlight of the day was a rough stock buck-out featuring the bulls of a local rough stock contractors, Rod and Bonnie Conat and Steven Graveley.  They may not be PBR material just yet but that very well may be where they are heading.  Some of these bulls were young and inexperienced, but they certainly have potential.  But that doesn’t mean that there weren’t any old seasoned bulls that knew how to put on a show.  I was thoroughly entertained!

I did have one small complaint, and you will see it here in a minute.  They had hauled in a bunch of panels to make a much smaller ring to buck in.  Smart, right?  They won’t have to chase bulls all day to move on to the next one.  But they forgot to think of the lady sitting in the stands with two tired kids crawling on her lap while she tried to take pictures.  So that means that in between you and the action will be some panels and what not.  Just pretend its not there…

Regardless of how the panels may or may not have ruined the ambiance of the pictures, it was still a fun day for a rodeo!   

Love me a Little Rodeo

August 27, 2014 by Allison

Naturally, I love rodeos. Everything about them.  I love the crazy rough stock (occaisionally I cheer for them instead of the cowboy) and I love to see a good ride.  I love fast roping, especially now that I have a new appreciation for the art since I started.  I even love the crazy rodeo clowns and their terrible, intermittent jokes.  And as terrible as it is, I love watching the bull fighters run for their lives! 

There is just something about the energy in the air at a rodeo that makes me smile.

I guess there is one thing that I don’t love… That’s the terrible lighting at a night rodeo.  I just never manage to get good pictures by the end of the show.  Especially when I don’t have all of the equipment I would love to have or I don’t have close up access (but I’m really ok not being in the arena with those crazy critters!). 

Never the less, I do have some fun, great photos from the IMPRA Rodeo when it came to town!

Ready?!

Bringing the Party Home- Team Branding in Malad

August 20, 2014 by Allison

Team branding.  By this time of the summer we are counting down how many are left.  If the heifers could count, I’m pretty sure that they, too, would be on the count down.  The team branding for our fair has to be one of the favorites for me.

Part of it is because we don’t have to travel a long ways.  Phew… For once the stock contractor doesn’t out drive the cowboys.  But the best part that since it is local we see so many of our great friends and neighbors!  Normally at the end I am just praying for these things to get over because we are all tired, cranky, bored, and someone has most likely gotten hurt.  But not in Malad. I’m so stinking busy doing fair board stuff, helping with the heifers, taking pictures, visiting with friends and watching my own kids.  Scratch that last one… with so many friends around, everyone else is playing with my babies that it seems like I hardly see them!

Prepare yourselves for a lot of pictures.  Not all are that fantastic… I blame the light and the timing.  If only I could be in charge of the timing of this shin-dig… But alas, I’m not.  So deal with it.  I would rather share these photos that might not be my best than not show them at all! 🙂

Click “Read more” for the other pictures…

A Day at the Races

August 18, 2014 by Allison

This last week was kinda a big deal for me.  It was fair week.  Normally I only hang out at the fair to support the kids and watch the rodeos.  I have no babies doing projects yet and even though I enter some pictures, nothing is really high stakes.  Being on the fair board this year meant that fair was a whole new ball game this year.  And I am so happy to report that not only did we survive it but we rocked it!  I don’t think that I had a single melt down and The Rancher still loves me.  Sure I heard a few grumbles of the incompetency of the fair board and I did have one lady take a go at me… But we are still in one piece and after a few days of napping I think I’m ready to go again!

We always start the Oneida County Fair with the horse races.  I wasn’t able to go to the first weekend of races because we were too busy playing wedding with The Buckaroo.  (Ps, anybody want to hear about that?  Good, because you will… later…).  The next weekend I was sure to make it to the track.  Especially since I have never EVER been to a race.  It would be a good idea to know what we are talking about when we get the “races” part of the agenda.

By the time the races were done I had a few things figured out, like only cut through the beer gallery if you aren’t in a hurry.  Nothing crazy happened this year (last year the man in the water truck got a great show from the ladies…) but there are always funny comments or people making a fool of themselves.

Most of the jockeys were Mexican and I would have given anything for a Spanish/English dictionary (or just The Rancher available for translation at all times!) to hear what their little wives were telling them.  I knew just enough to know when they were saying they were so proud or the times when they were telling them to man up.  But you might not need any translating for that…

I know for next year that if you want a good spot to watch and take pictures you better park your can for the duration.  There’s no calling “place-back” or “saved-spot”.  To that end I don’t have tons of pictures.  I used my charm to peek my camera through the track gate just after the finish line to get a few fun shots.  But even then there were some crazy ladies hovering over me that got a little too close for this girl’s comfort!

These horse are incredible and crazy at the same time.  They are so fast and strong and wound up SO TIGHT!  The race is only a quarter of the track, but we need the rest of it to get the darn things stopped.  I like to watch them, but I don’t want to take them home!  Hmmm, that’s what I say about other people’s kids…

Before I let you go (because you are totally enthralled with my awesome whit, right?) I have one more funny to share.  As a member of the fair board I helped present the winners with a horse blanket in the winner’s circle and smile for a picture.  By the last race I had learned that I just hold out the blanket and the families with the trainer, jockey, and owner quick jump in and hold it.  As I went to step back this man grabbed me around the waist, “Oh no, pretty lady!  You stay her by me!”  Ok man, I’ll stand here.  I’ll flatter you for the sake of the picture and maybe it will keep you quiet.

But oh boy he kept going, “You want a beer?” “No, I’m good” “Soda? Water?  I buy for you pretty girl!”  I should have asked if it was ok to invite my husband… Maybe then he would have let go for the picture.  Lets just say that he had a great time in the beer gardens and was having an even better time that they had just won!  Then there was something about showing the picture to his girlfriend of him by a pretty blonde…  And that he was sure we would have to ask for forgiveness.  All I could think was, “Take the darn picture already- his hands are sweaty!”  What a great way to initiate The Rancher’s Wife to a day at the races!

2014 Stone Rodeo

August 6, 2014 by Allison

Raise your hand if you have heard of the Stone rodeo.  Ok, don’t really.  Someone is going to think you are crazy… but good for you if you have!  If you haven’t, now you are!
 
The Stone rodeo, practically a Holy Day in this area.  Stone, Idaho is the tiny gathering of homes and ranches near Snowville, Utah and good ol’ Holbrook.  The community is so small that there isn’t a single church, bar, post office, or gas station.  But any good town full of cowboys will have some rodeo grounds!  But don’t let the small town setting make you think that this isn’t a quality rodeo.  Or the fact that the square arena is closer to an egg shaped!  Amateur rodeo or not, they ride hard, rope hard, and sometimes fall hard!
 
These rodeo grounds are used just the two nights of the Stone rodeo.  Now days the bleachers are all permanent, but back in the day they had to haul in seating.  Except for those that bring their own, and I don’t mean a camp or lawn chair.  Days before the rodeo, the arena is lined with pick-ups reserving their spot and getting them front row seats! 
 
The events at the rodeo are entertaining for everyone to watch or participate.  We have roping for all the hometown cowboys, rough stock for the crazies and dreamers (aka The Buckaroo), milk calves for the kids, and wild horse riding for the brave (or drunk…)!   Every year I can guarantee two nights of hand-clapping-side-ache-laughing-country-good-time-fun!
 

 

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Living on cattle, cocoa & kids running wild.
Daily ranch life, western style all with a side of dirt.

They have been looking forward to this day for wee They have been looking forward to this day for weeks. 

And so have I. 

There are days I enjoy the quiet working without them, but soaking up these days working together fills my heart. I already fe they are growing way too fast. 

But I’m sure proud of the young men they are becoming. 

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Putting your kindergarten math skills to the test Putting your kindergarten math skills to the test 🤣. The Rancher got 63 and I… got 63 too 😮‍💨. If our numbers were different, he would definitely be wrong, not me 😬

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If you ever wondered if God hears a weary, wanderi If you ever wondered if God hears a weary, wandering cowgirl, I can assure you he does. 

The days riding up and down the mountain looking for cattle can get long. I had found a pocket of cows tucked under some cedar trees but had quite a ways to get there to them. Crossing through a big wash, I lost track of exactly which trees I was heading for. 

It’s silly but I felt defeated and frustrated. With a much closer perspective of that mountainside, everything looked different. I decided to backtrack a little, not wanting to skip any patch of trees that *could* have been the ones. 

As I started riding forward I said a silent prayer, ”Lord, help me find these cows.”

Less than 30 seconds later, I hear a single “moo” behind me. I whipped around to see just the nose of a cow poking out behind the black shade of the tree. 

I had found the cows!

Let this be a little reminder that God cares, even about helping find cows on the mountain. You just have to ask for help. 

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Trail side musing from The Idaho Rancher’s Wife… i Trail side musing from The Idaho Rancher’s Wife… in the end, I should have grabbed the jacket 🤦🏼‍♀️
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Crisp fall mornings gathering cattle off the mount Crisp fall mornings gathering cattle off the mountains of the summer range are some of my favorite days of the year! 

My house is a mess, the laundry is piling up and the to-do list is fiercely long, but I won’t give up these days for anything. 

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Last night I looked up at the countless star above Last night I looked up at the countless star above me and, not for the first time, was in awe of this beautiful world we live in!

There are plenty of things I’d change about living in the middle of nowhere, don’t get me wrong. But giving up the life that comes with them isn’t one of them.

What would be on your list of inconveniences? 
What makes it worth it for you?

Read my list on my website, TheIdahoRanchersWife.com
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“Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, a “Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, and most noble employment of man”. George Washington 

Amen, George. Amen. 

They sure don’t make presidents like they used to…

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Yes, the American beef herd is shrinking. We all k Yes, the American beef herd is shrinking. We all know that. And it’s a REALLY valid concern. 

But did you also know that annually, ranchers are producing more pounds than the year before? Since 2023, we have averaged nearly 50 pounds more per carcass! 

That doesn’t mean the shrinking herd isn’t a supply problem—it clearly is. But it means head count alone doesn’t tell the whole story.

These facts tell me that ranchers are doing all they can, despite challenges like rising input costs and drought conditions, to provide beef to American families. 

If we really want to support producers rebuilding their herd, here’s my suggestion:

Lower our input costs, not the price of our cattle.

And let’s start with fuel.  Because that not only supports the American rancher, but American families as well. 

If you want us to raise more cattle, help make it more affordable to raise them.

If you could make one change for producers, what would it be? Tell me in the comments! 👇🏻👇🏻

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No complaints today using our new @pneudart gun to No complaints today using our new @pneudart gun to doctor a few animals today. I only wish I could be this accurate roping… Excuse me while I get some practice in- a LOT of practice 😂 
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Direct-to-consumer beef is a lane, not a highway. Direct-to-consumer beef is a lane, not a highway. 

Every time we talk about the challenges facing the beef industry, I hear the same solution: Why don’t consumers just buy directly from ranchers?

There’s a place for direct-to-consumer beef. I believe that. But as a cow-calf producer, I also know it isn’t a realistic answer for most ranchers—or a replacement for the system that moves beef from the ranch to grocery stores and restaurants across the country.

The problem isn’t that every rancher needs to find a way around the beef supply chain. We need to look at how we make the system itself more competitive.

Read my latest ag column: “Direct-to-Consumer Beef Is a Lane, Not the Highway.” https://theidahorancherswife.com/direct-to-consumer-beef-is-a-lane-not-the-highway/

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Four years ago, I wrote a letter apologizing to my Four years ago, I wrote a letter apologizing to my kids’ teachers for the fact that my ranch kids had spent their summer doing everything except what most people would consider “schoolwork.”

Four years later, I owe their teachers an update.

The ranch still doesn’t do worksheets, summer reading schedules, or packets of problems to complete before lunch. But it has continued teaching some pretty important lessons—responsibility, problem-solving, consequences, patience, hard work, economics, and eventually, confidence.

They may not all show up on a report card, but I’m beginning to think they belong on one anyway.

Dear Teacher of My Ranch Kid, four years later…

https://theidahorancherswife.com/a-letter-to-a-teacher/

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I’ve learned that “quick” is a relative term when I’ve learned that “quick” is a relative term when spoken by a rancher. 

A parts run can become a multi-town scavenger hunt, and checking water can turn into fixing fence, chasing cows and solving the world’s problems over a barbed-wire fence. 

But somehow, I still climb into the pickup every time. Am I the only one??

Read it all at TheIdahoRanchersWife.com

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He’s adamant we can’t call him cute because ranche He’s adamant we can’t call him cute because ranchers aren’t cute. And while he wrong that ranchers aren’t cute, he is totally right that he is a rancher, little as he is. 

When a broken water system, wandering cattle, and a handful of unexpected problems all hit on the same day, everyone on our ranch had to pitch in—even the youngest hands. 

It was a reminder that on a ranch, there’s always work for someone willing to learn, and today’s little helper often becomes tomorrow’s dependable hand.

Read the whole story on the blog: https://theidahorancherswife.com/an-all-hands-on-deck-kind-of-day/

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Since we don’t have a maid, a laundress, a chef or Since we don’t have a maid, a laundress, a chef or a chauffeur, I tend to have less days on the ranch then I’d like. 

Silver lining- I get to be in the air conditioned house instead of sweating in this summer heat 😆. 

If I get to pick and choose my days out working, I’ll choose a day on horseback, EVERY TIME. 

But it makes me wonder- what would you choose? 
Moving cows?
Roping?
Planting?
Working cute side?
A day in the shop? 
Building fence…? 🤪

Tell me in the comments below!⬇️ 
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God Bless America, Land That I Love #lifeonacattl God Bless America, Land That I Love 
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Sometimes I ask myself if we are in the midst of a Sometimes I ask myself if we are in the midst of a second dust bowl era. Who knew you could stir up such a mess?! 

We pray for rain but then we also say, “but if not… bless us to know what else there is to be done.”

I don’t know any rain dances, unless you count the pat down I do to the shake off the dust. But I do know how to keep hoping, praying, and trying again tomorrow. 
 
Because really, what else is there?

Giving up? I don’t think so. 

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He is hands down everyone’s favorite guy in this h He is hands down everyone’s favorite guy in this house.

Dad means fun and adventure.
Dad means possibilities and opportunities.
Dad means trying new things.

Dad means catching frogs, checking cows, taking the long way home, and saying “hop in” when there’s work to be done.

Dad means learning how to work hard, laugh often, and not be afraid to get a little dirt on your boots.

Dad means safety and security.
Dad means knowing someone is always in your corner.
Dad means being loved, protected, and believed in.

Around here, Dad is the one who can fix almost anything, answer almost any question, and somehow make every ordinary day feel like an adventure.

Happy Father’s Day to our favorite cowboy.
A friend recently passed way. At his funeral multi A friend recently passed way. At his funeral multiple people said that he named his family as greatest accomplishment of his life. 

He had known success and failure, but through it all he was most proud of raising a family and what they had become. 

I have dreams and goals, but that idea of the greatest success comes from the family you raise is really hitting home for me lately. I take more pride it’s seeing my kids accomplish things than in my own accomplishments. 

These days on the range working tinder as a family have been a treasure. I realize that we don’t have many years left before the first kids start leaving the herd so I’m going to soak it all in while I can. 🥹

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There is no one with a sniffer that can out sniff There is no one with a sniffer that can out sniff a bull surround by cows in heat. This tantalizing pheromones can bring in bulls over the mountains, miles away. 

That puts even my teenage son smelling dinner on the stove to shame 🤣 

But that’s just fine. These bulls have a lot of work to covering a herd it in the range. Three months of hard work before they go back to the life of luxury. 

Here’s a little breeding trivia (I post the answers in the comments later tonight): 
How far can a bull smell a cow in heat?
How long is a cow in heat?
What is the average number of cows a bull will cover in a breeding season?

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The people. The work. The laughing. The food. T The people. 
The work.
The laughing. 
The food. 
The dust… strike that, not the dust…

I think this season of branding has been favorite. One to remember for sure. 

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